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| Winter coming, Sweden November 2012 from GypsyTalesTM |
running fast
along the frosty sand
endless miles til next escape
feeling the splashes of salty white
whipping against calves
rays of light
streaming through dark clouds
coming down to play
glistening in the sea
careless and free
we were meant to be
upon first frail step
we lost ground
stumbling to our knees
licking lips
stained with desire
only to find
a bittersweet aftertaste
lingering on our breath
whispering in our ears
a language we dare not speak
we stare into the unknown
blinded by light, losing sight
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